*I stand at the foot of a cliff as the war between pony folk and changlings still rages on as I put my headphones in and take out a subatomic bass cannon as I jam to my beat I aim and cock and squeeze before I fire I say* as the darkness comes it leaves just as fast as it comes
Match Stick stands firm in his position atop the cliff, barking out orders and making rally cries between magical bombardments on the changelings. Match's calls to rally carried with them magical encouragement that made even the most cowardly of guardsmen hold the line, and more than a few unicorns were tapping into Match's mana well to empower their own spells.
The bass cannon fires*